I’m going with the assumption that we’re all responsible adults who keep our living spaces reasonably neat and tidy. I also assume that we all have chores that we hate, some we don’t mind, and possibly some that we like. So I’ll start us off.
Hate *hate ****hate ***scrubbing the shower. I’ll scrub the toilet and the sink, I’ll scrub the floor, but I absolutely hate scrubbing the shower.
Also don’t much like dusting. Vacuuming is fine, even when I move all the furniture. But dusting sucks.
I don’t mind doing dishes or cleaning the kitchen in general. At least there’s an immediate gratification when it’s done.
One chore I actually enjoy – mowing the lawn. Fresh air, sunshine, and a riding mower make it a pretty pleasant experience. Plus there’s the immediate gratification thing also – it looks good when I’m done.
I also kinda like doing laundry, especially when I can hang our clothes outside. And there’s great satisfaction in seeing empty laundry baskets and full, neatly stocked drawers and closets.
Of course, in the ideal world, FairyChatEstates has a full staff of servants to do all the chores while I wallow in leisure. In my dreams, anyway…
I’ll vacuum when the floor is so grungy with crud and puppy hair that you can’t see the pattern on the carpet anymore. I don’t like it though.
Sweeping and mopping the ‘wet’ areas I’ll accede to, because with the little grandson, I don’t want him picking up mouldy bits of food that have fallen from the table. I don’t like it though.
I’ll only clean the shower/bath when I can’t see through the glass screen anymore…doesn’t mean I like it.
Dishes shit me because by the time I’ve finished one load, The Bloke has gone through a bowl of icecream and/or porridge, a cup of coffee, and has found some delinquent mugs hanging out next to his computer.
But the one thing that cheers up my cleaning soul is scrubbing the **toilet bowl/s. ** I feel purged afterwards (metaphorically speaking) and the little darlings stay CLEAN for longer than the carpets, showers or kitchen by a long mile.
Oh, and just to add that my house hasn’t ever been declared a hazardous site, despite my reluctance to do weird shit like, yannow, clean it scrupulously.
Thanks, kam, you make me feel like less of a slacker! Eons ago when I was single and living alone, I made sure I didn’t leave food or dirty dishes/cups/mugs anywhere, but the rest didn’t really bother me. My spousal unit is, usually, a bit more concerned with housekeeping. And I have to admit, I like when the place looks tidy.
So we hired a couple of sisters to clean every other week. They take care of my most hated chores - shower, floors, dusting - as well as the more mundane things, and every other Monday, I come home to a clean house. Alas, this isn’t one of those Mondays…
I’m seriously thinking about getting a cleaner in weekly to do the stuff I abhore…even if it’s only to do the vacuuming and to mop the floors. That way, I’d be feeling smug in knowing they were done, and it would motivate me to do the other crappy jobs undone.
One thing I did today was THROW SOMETHING AWAY. Normally, I’m pretty good at chucking junk…it might take me a while, but every few months I’ll go ballistic and clean out drawers and cupboards and either take the stuff to the Goodwill Centre, or if there’s enough, host an impromptu Garage Sale.
But I’d been looking at two cooking pots that had been sitting next to the gate in my driveway for about 4 months now. They’d come out of our trailer after the last camping expedition (I know not to call it a 'caravan now!!) and had been collecting rainwater, algae and grasshoppers in the meantime.
I got these pots as a wedding present 30 years ago. They were super-dooper top quality, stainless-steel copper-bottomed pots that had seen some serious activity over the years. They’d fed my kids (and plenty of other miscellaneous folk) and they always did me proud.
But I’ve bought new pots since then, and the old girls were just hanging out there getting wet.
So I put them in the bin.
Now why this is making me all sad and maudlin, I have SOME idea…those pots were the only wedding present that I’ve kept for all these years. The guy I married (and who is father to all of my kids) died back 13 years ago, and whilst I’m not really the sentimental type, it was the last thing we ‘shared’ together…in fact the bloody bastard wrecked ONE of the pots trying to melt lead in it to make a keel for one of his stupid bloody model yachts.
They were pretty cool though, I must admit.
So today the pots are gone…at least they’re not breeding mosquitoes anymore.
I have a silly problem with ironing, and it’s linked to being too much of a professional ironer. In general, I find it hard to start on the ironing pile, but once I’m doing it I just sweep through it. But also, I find it a lot less hard to start ironing at Mom’s or Grandma’s than anywhere else, and I blame it on the ironing board. Both of theirs have a smaller board, joined to the main one, used to iron sleeves: I’ve never been able to find a board with that feature. I’ve found stand-alone sleeve-boards, but because they weren’t linked to the main board, they weren’t as stable as I need them to be. I know it’s silly, but for now my solution goes through “make sure I avoid buying clothes that will need ironing” - it works.
I’m a lot more amenable to cooking when there’s someone else to eat it. In general, I see no point in spending more time cooking than eating. So I guess someone who could cook in a way I liked would be extra nice… make them able to sweep the floors as well and I’d be in heaven. I’ll tackle laundry, do dishes and go to the grocery, ok?
Totally unrelated, and of course meaningless. I hate ironing too! Especially long sleeved shirts. Where can I find a step by step guide on ironing those beasts?
I have not plugged in an iron for at LEAST 10 years. It’d have to be a visit from the Prime Minister, or perhaps the Second Coming that would tempt me to bung out the iron for a session.
I never really minded ironing all that much. When I was a teen, I’d make extra money by ironing. But it’s got to be an all-or-nothing event. Bring out everything that needs to be ironed and set me up in front of the TV. I’ll just keep going till it’s done.
Of course, it’s a lot easier if I just shake out garments as soon as they come out of the dryer - they’re usually fine. Heck, after 5 minutes in the car on the way to work, you can’t tell if something was ironed or not anyway! I think the last time I broke out the ironing board was for some curtains that I didn’t get out of the dryer in time.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ on a holiday. YAY! Of course that’s why MOOOOOOM is hostin’ and even waited until gaspMondaygasp to put up the MMP.
I’m all in with the hatred of cleanin’ bathrooms and ironin’. I despise cleanin’ the bathrooms. I do it, but I don’t like any of it. Same with ironin’. If’n I didn’t have a deep and abidin’ lurve of one hunnert percent cotton shirts I’d never iron, but alas, I do love my cotton shirts. I don’t mind dustin’, vacuumin’ and moppin’. Especially moppin’ with my steam mop. It just glides right along and the floors feel oh so clean and sanitary afterwards. I also like cookin’ and don’t mind cleanin’ up the kitchen. I clean pots and all as I cook. Obnoxious ain’t it!
Speakin’ of clean, as I mentioned in the last MMP, da cave is all spiffed and sanitized so I really don’t have to do anything today. Ok, I could do some laundry as in a load of whites and a load of towels and I could iron some shirts but I don’t need 'em for the week so I might not.
Tonight is men’s night at the church house so dindin is taken care of bein’ as all I had to do was marinate a couple of steaks, which are marinatin’ away as I post cause I did that last night. So we’ll have steaks, sallit, baked N.O.T., some kind of vegetable matter, usually steamed broccoli or asparagus and bizkits with honey. Plus an appetizer of grilled sausages with beer brat mustard cause that’s a men’s night tradition. Everybody throws in a couple of bucks to pay for the fixin’s, so easy dindin! Oh and of course I have beer chilled. Must have beer for men’s night. It’s a rule.
Ok, I need more caffiene and some brekkies for rumbly tummy. But first I must catch up on all the Dope happenin’s since last night.
Great OP, mooooooom! My least favourite domestic chore is cleaning the bathroom. I don’t mind the sink and tub but I really hate cleaning the loo, largely because I probably leave it too long before tackling the job so it’s kind of built up in my head as being a really gross thing that will take forever. Then it turns out to be fairly quick and nowhere near as bad as I thought.
I don’t mind vacuuming because I can see the results, and I suppose mopping the tiled floors is the same although I like that job less. Dusting is just a pointless exercise as far as I can see, and since 'im indoors is one step away from being a hoarder, there is often little incentive to clean anything at all.
He is great when it comes to getting stuff out, but the complete opposite about putting it away again, so the house is always untidy to the point where I just think there’s nothing to be gained in trying to tidy/clean it, and it means I am doing all the work while he sits on his arse doing nothing.
Perhaps later when I am doing a load of laundry and I have the iron out, I’ll just whack him round the head with it. What say you?
I’ll spend a portion of my day off doing laundry, but that’s a pretty easy chore - the machines do the worst of it. Although I do have to go up and down the stairs a gazillion times since the machines are in the basement…
I’m also thinking I’ll run the carpet cleaner in this room. There are a couple of spots that my hand-cleaning didn’t eradicate and the shampooer makes it easy-peasy. Plus it’s another of those jobs that gives instant satisfaction.
**FCD **just left for work - he’s got a UAV project that’s eating at him. Unlike me, he can’t seem to leave work at the office. I think that’s why he has trouble sleeping - he can’t turn his brain off. Daughter is still crashed, which isn’t surprising. I heard her take Cozmo out earlier, and her routine, if she doesn’t have work, is to get back in bed. I’ll be bothering her when I take the laundry down.
And the windshield replacing guy should be here in 10 minutes or so. He called last night - he lives nearby so I’m his first job of the day. I don’t know how long it’ll take him to replace it, but it’ll be nice to have a clean, crack-free windshield again! I may drive to the carwash to have a totally clean car - at least on the outside.
Yes, I do live a wild life of whirlwind excitement. Seriously.
There’s a load of whites in the dryer and a load of towels washin’. Thus I can claim productivity. Plus, I am all cleanded up. It looks rainy out and will rain shortly. Thus a good day to be inside. Mayhaps when the towels go in the dryer I’ll go nappy poo just cause.
I’m not fond of ALL household chores, except cooking. The worst one is scrubbing the bathtub, I guess, because it’s so awkward and hard on my back. The one after that is mopping, but it’s not so bad since I got my steam mop. I actually do it more often now.
My car has an un-cracked windshield. Yay! I’m not overly impressed with the way he installed the trim around it - there are a couple of gaps - but as long as it doesn’t leak, that’s fine. I’m inclined to be rid of this car in a couple of years anyway. I do need to remount my EZPass and put my base stickers on the windshield so I can get to work tomorrow.
First load of jeans is in the washer. That’s as far as I’ve gotten. I think I’ll pull out the frozen shepherd’s pie innards for supper tonight. Quick and easy - that’s my philosophy today.
I love mowing the yard. The best part is looking back over your freshly-mown yard and thinking “I did that.”
Hate folding clothes. HATE IT. I’ve managed to foist the shirts off on Culinary Boy while I fold the socks and underwear. I also hate sorting silverware, which I now avoid by throwing all of it in a drawer haphazardly.
I will not iron. I refuse. In fact, I get my irk clothes dry-cleaned once a month just so I don’t have to iron them. I wouldn’t have to do that if The Boys Who Like Ironing Because They Were Brainwashed Into Liking It In The Army would have ironed them, but they refused. Why do I keep them around?
I do like sweeping. I’ll even sweep the carpets to get the big dirt off. Vacuums stress me out–way too loud.
I’m going to file my taxes today. Joy and jubilation!
The only thing I despise is cleaning my own bedroom. To me, that is the WORST chore in the entire universe. I don’t much mind anything else, but my favorite is washing dishes. It has to be by hand, though: dishwashers take away all the fun.
It was an old Brady Bunch episode, and I think Alice was explaining to Cindy about dishwashing. She explained that she was a nurse, the sink was the hospital, and the dishes were wounded soldiers. She took the wounded soldiers, cleaned their wounds, and placed them in the recovery ward - the dishrack. Then they’d be ready to go back out into battle. That made me enjoy doing the dishes.
The only other thing I enjoy as much is cleaning my office.
I’m at work today. The drive in was really nice: schools are out, government employees off, and virtually no traffic. Loved it. Hubby and I got our rear ends handed to us last night by our children in a game of UNO.
I HATE mopping the kitchen floor. It really doesn’t matter how carefully I sweep and vacuum beforehand, whether I get down on my hands and knees and carefully sponge up every crumb that’s left over, there is ALWAYS still a ton of crap left on the floor when I’m done. And then somebody will spill something the same day. It’s physically the hardest and also the most pointless of chores.
I don’t like scrubbing the shower my husband uses, either. He’s a dirty, dirty boy, and the dirt bonds like superglue. I cannot get that shower clean, no matter what.
I hate dusting and washing dishes. I don’t dust. I’m not fond of tidying, either.
I love to cook and don’t mind vacuuming and mopping.
I vacuumed this morning and have put two loads of laundry away. My FiL brought us two free twin beds so we’re rearranging everything upstairs and Gnat has a real bed. He refused to sleep on it yesterday but we’re going to try transition slowly out of the crib.
Making some bread and having a friend and her toddler over for lunch. Should be nice.
